You shot an arrow to my heart,
hoping it will ease the pain.
You pulled the trigger,
the bullet straight to my soul
hoping you'll see what's beneath me.
You put a knife on my body,
tracing the lines seen
hoping you'll get past through me.
What you didn't know,
I already felt worst
Numb just like a feather
Delicately falling from someone else's back.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
You shot an arrow to my heart,
hoping it will ease the pain.
You pulled the trigger,
the bullet straight to my soul
hoping you'll see what's beneath me.
You put a knife on my body,
tracing the lines seen
hoping you'll get past through me.
What you didn't know,
I already felt worst
Numb just like a feather
Delicately falling from someone else's back.
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